Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Natural Tobacco, artist - Da$h. Album song V.I.C.E.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
Natural Tobacco |
| Proficient drug user |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| Yeah, So |
| Yeah |
| Yo, parents pride and shame, their little boy ain’t quite the same |
| Crime for pay, my family members had a lot to say |
| I disregard it, crumble reefers while cigar split |
| Getting a blow job from a dog bitch |
| Sipping the Henny on the park bench |
| Now all my hoes is foreign |
| It’s palm trees in places I’m recording |
| Just touched down a couple months a touring |
| George and Diego with the money hoarding |
| I die enormous before living dormant |
| And still I need more |
| Four door, the same color as s’mores |
| Eight story loft, can’t see my shit from the floor |
| Rub my gudda, actress crushing a raw, yeah |
| From afar I hear the wave to the shore |
| I know they see the decor |
| What is life for a nigga like me |
| Backwood leafs, bad bitch on both knees |
| Riding with my team |
| Plotting on some more cheese |
| Roll some more trees |
| It’s all I need, it’s all I need |
| Shouts to all them niggas packs that I ripped |
| Back in school, so I ain’t have to brown bag it and shit |
| Now they call my raps classic and shit |
| Every track is a flip, the cabbage gets split |
| So everybody eat |
| Road to riches, take the highway or the fucking streets |
| I take the path not traveled then sail the English Channel |
| Spit the psychobabble |
| I pray the judge don’t drop the gavel |
| Mashed potatoes with the prime rib, or the cattle |
| Don’t tell the tales, I never tattle, trust me |
| Watch my main man turn to a junkie |
| I swear, this game of life ain’t always fun b |
| Lost a few friends over this thing called money too |
| And know it is, I wish it wasn’t true, fuck |
| So with the ones that remain through these escapades |
| Execute the plan and all the cheques is made |
| Niggas find your remains if all your debts ain’t paid |
| The board is chess whenever checkers played |
| H’z, bitch |
| What is life for a nigga like me |
| Backwood leafs, bad bitch on both knees |
| Riding with my team |
| Plotting on some more cheese |
| Roll some more trees |
| It’s all I need, it’s all I need |